"Is something happening when I came here in the morning, Neuski?" Justinian, who knew the other party very well, suddenly guessed what should have happened again, otherwise Neuski would not have come here to teach him a lesson early in the morning.

Neuski nodded immediately, and said with a serious look on his face: "The mansion report received from the border not long ago, in the south, it seems that the Venetians have been found, and it seems that the other party wants to make some big moves there. Here we ask for help. What are you going to do about this matter, Lord Justinian?"

"What did you say? Are you really?" After learning the news that Neuschi reported, Justinian couldn't help but look solemn. The Venetians were undoubtedly the biggest enemy of him and even the entire empire at this time. Even though he had won a great victory in the Principal of Athens, Justinian knew that he had not given them severe damage at all. At this time, the clues of the Venetians were found in the south were undoubtedly very bad news, and for a moment he was a little confused.

Did the Venetian see through the smoke he had previously used to make a comeback or had other intentions? If it were the former, it would be a big deal. Even if the Venetians only used their current power to retaliate against the coast of Moria, it would be enough to cause great trouble to Justinian's rest plan.

Neuski in front of him nodded, "It was the whistle of the Southern Fortress that was speculated based on the information discovered three days ago, and it was nine out of ten." He also knew the seriousness of the matter, so he rushed over to tell Justinian as soon as he got the news.

But Justinian was obviously a little hesitant at this moment. After all, even if there was information at the coastal whistle, he would be unable to feel at ease if he had to let go of it.

Justinian thought for a long time and finally said slowly, "I know this. Since we are Venetians, we naturally cannot take it lightly."

"But those Moria..." Although Justinian did not answer directly, Neusky also understood the attitude of the young man, and the only obstacle was the nobles of Tripolis. After all, a great war had just ended, and it was probably not that easy for Justinian to mobilize his strength at this time. Especially recently, Justinian has tense relations with the great nobles in arms reform and fief distribution, and will not miss this opportunity.

But Justinian waved his hand and sneered, "Don't worry about this, just because they don't have the ability."

At this moment, his sharp eyes fell on Neuski's face. An unprecedented force was revealed in his blue eyes. The Varangi man realized that the young man at this time was no longer the insignificant young man who was then, and the title he held was no longer the nameless Governor Moria, but a real prince. Even though Moria is currently in a mess and unstable manner, Justinian's current status is no longer easily shaken by a few stubborn and conservative old nobles.

Under Justinian's calm eyes, Neuski finally nodded, "Since that's the case, I won't say anything more. I believe you will not disappoint us this time."

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In a village near Ision in the south of Molia, the Venetians who came from the sea had brought the war here. Like pirates, this small rushing Venetian army burned one village after another and left traces of sin. Today, it has become the target of these Venetian looting. The weak villagers were unable to resist. In order to resist the invasion, many young people went north to join the army and followed them, and most of the people who left were elderly and children. Because of this, the Venetians in several places had no losses at all, but they suddenly kicked a plate here. When a burly Greek warrior suddenly appeared in front of the Venetians who were entering, before they could see clearly what was going on, the sharp broadsword killed the Venetians in front from top to bottom.

"Cyrillic!"

The Venetian warriors, who were screaming, watched their companions be killed. They thought they were dealing with villagers who were powerless, but they did not expect to encounter a tough person in such a remote countryside. Before they could react, they were directly chopped to the ground.

"Back and fight!"

The terrified Venetian quickly stepped back and surrounded the Greek warrior in front of him, his face full of fear. He was killed in one go, and this seemed to be an extremely difficult character to deal with.

At this moment, they finally saw clearly the man walking out of the room. To their surprise, the other party who was so fierce was nearly sixty years old and his hair was already gray.

However, the sword full of blood in the old man's hands made the Venetians dare not take it lightly.

"Damn Greeks!"

A young Venetian man who was gritting his teeth first was scattered, but he was about to pounce on him but was pressed from behind. When he turned around, he looked at him and his commander stopped him.

"Master Mobis, Cyril and the others-!"

"What a reckless thing! Wanting to take revenge does not mean you want to die in vain." The man named Mobis said coldly, and under his instructions, his fully armed subordinates temporarily put down their weapons.

After looking at the Greek warrior, the remaining villagers were hiding in the house and trembling, which ended the reason why the old man in front of him was so good at staying here.

"Hello, old sir!" Mobis greeted the other party politely in a fluent Greek language, "I didn't expect to meet the Imperial veterans here. It's a great honor."

Just looking at the old man's old equipment and his skills, Mobis guessed that the other party was probably a veteran of the Roman Celestial War in seclusion here, and although he was old, he was definitely the elite among the elite.

However, the Greek warrior holding a broadsword did not say a word, not knowing whether he had agreed to this speculation or directly ignored what the Venetians said.

But at this moment, from Mobis below, all Venetians no longer have any carelessness.

Especially the three companions were killed just now, which made them stare at the Greek man standing at the door like a group of wolves, waiting for Lord Mobis to pounce on him.

But what surprised them was that Mobis had not given orders for a long time, but instead asked his subordinates to take a step back to leave a piece of open space. At this moment, the man walked forward and pulled out his sword in one step, and said with a smile:

"The opportunity is rare, please give me some advice!"

"Master Mobis... You are-!" The subordinates who saw this scene were shocked. They didn't expect that their commanders would actually go on stage in person, and they all wanted to stop this absurd behavior. After all, if something unexpected happened, they would be bad if they lost their leader.

But Mobis raised his hand with great confidence to interrupt the obstruction of his subordinates behind him, suppressed the opposition with unquestionable majesty, and turned his back to the Greek old man behind him and turned his head: "I believe you won't refuse! As long as you win me, I guarantee that the people here can leave here safely. This is not an exaggeration!" This seemingly light-hearted behavior shows that except for the extreme conceit of this man, he turned his back to the Greek old man holding a weapon without any care.

Finally, the Greek man who had been silent did not speak until then: "I can agree to your request, but I still have a condition before that. I hope that the person who can tell me a few words to me."

"Being presumptuous, Lord Mobis is already very kind to give you this opportunity, and you dare to speak loudly!" As soon as he finished speaking, the people under Mobis scolded the Greeks.

But the Greek old man remained calm and said coldly: "Do you think I need the mercy of the invaders? If you don't want to agree, you can rush over. There is nothing worth nostalgic to this old bone."

The words of the Venetians were directly stimulated by their nerves. They were so discolored that they couldn't help but were about to step forward but were stopped by their commanders.

Mobis looked at the other party with interest and nodded, "Of course, this is not too much."

Seeing that the other party had agreed to his request, the old man did not drag on the ground, so he threw the broadsword in his hand on the ground and went straight back to the room.

"Sir, what if these Greeks do something else?" After suffering a great loss just now, several people were still unwilling to give up and were very resentful.

"Are you questioning my decision?" Mobis' majestic voice sounded again, finally causing the others to silence and dare not say anything more.

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At the same time, after the house, as soon as the Greek old man came back, he hid inside and surrounded the villagers who were extremely afraid. Their only hope now was him. However, the man who said nothing made the atmosphere even heavier at this moment.

"Grandpa Vibius, are you okay?" As everyone was silently looking at the old man, a thin boy squeezed out of the crowd and asked with concern.

Seeing the child coming, Vibius's face calmed down a little, and he still waved his hand and walked through the crowd, "Come here, Peter, I have something to say to you."

"Well!" Although I don't know what happened, the little boy named Peter followed him and walked to Vibius's side. The two walked to a corner of the house and deliberately avoided the others, as if there was a secret to say.

The old man also deliberately lowered his voice and said, "I have bought time. How are you doing here?"

The boy also knew that this matter was very important and replied in a low voice: "Don't worry, Uncle Vibius, I'm almost ready. As long as we delay for a while, we can escape from here together."

But Vibius shook his head and said, "But I'm afraid I can't leave with you, my child."

"Why, Grandpa Vibius? We can succeed in a while!" The boy said anxiously.

But Vibius gently patted his little head and sighed helplessly, "But no matter how hard you fight for this last time, you can't fight for it! You are a good person, Peter! At least as a brave Roman, you have made me proud of you, and as a veteran of the empire, I have to take on my own obligations and buy you the last time, and I now have a task to hand over to you, child!"

Vibius did not intend to let others die here for nothing, not to mention that the elderly, weak, women and children could not help him. He stayed here to promise the Venetian's request for war in order to continue to gain time so that he would not be too suspicious of the other party. Although such a choice would cost life, Vibius had already prepared for sacrifice in his heart.

But the little Peter in front of him was obviously unwilling to give up like this, and couldn't help but raise his voice and said in a crying voice: "Wait a minute, Lord Vibius, we still have a chance!"

However, before the words were finished, the old man was interrupted by annoyed scolding, "Have you forgotten what you promised me, Peter? Don't let me down, I'm old, the future belongs to you. If you really care about my old bones, you should listen to me!"

Little Peter, who had never been taught a lesson harshly, couldn't help but choke up when he looked at the always amiable old man in front of him. He was so angry that even he knew that what he was saying was useless, so he had to nod in tears.

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At this time, the Venetians who were waiting outside the door gradually became impatient. After a long time, no one came out. Although they had just been scolded by the leader, the passionate Venetian soldiers shouted and asked the Greeks inside to come out to fight. But no one dared to go forward, because the move that the old man named Vibius before still made them feel scared. If they rashly stepped forward, they would likely suffer a great loss.

"General, they will definitely not surrender. In my opinion, we might as well kill in! At least we can waste less time. If this continues, we will not come out. What year will we have to wait until we have to wait?"

Mobis looked at the soldiers and couldn't help but feel his impulse, and frowned slightly for a moment, neither agreeing nor stopping. Obviously, he was also a little impatient with the Greeks who were rushing their time in the house.
Chapter completed!